a wilting flower
that once stood upon
a high hill on a
tall branch
a wilting flower
that once was
so beautiful to the
eye barely anyone could
stand it
sister of medusa
cousin of the sun
they call her.
a wilting flower
fly's against the wind
rooted into the ground
a wilting flower
that once was
so gorgeous
and so inlove
smiling up at
the trees
blushing at their remarks.
a wilting flower
all one with no one to hold
no forestry
no trees anymore
no breeze
no sun.
just
a wilting flower.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
a wilting flower
that once stood upon
a high hill on a
tall branch
a wilting flower
that once was
so beautiful to the
eye barely anyone could
stand it
sister of medusa
cousin of the sun
they call her.
a wilting flower
fly's against the wind
rooted into the ground
a wilting flower
that once was
so gorgeous
and so inlove
smiling up at
the trees
blushing at their remarks.
a wilting flower
all one with no one to hold
no forestry
no trees anymore
no breeze
no sun.
just
a wilting flower.
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